★ for sale: baby shoes, never worn. ★
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I was bouncing, back and forth.
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A train, on the wrong track
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Executor consigns unpublished poems to dumpster.
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Nevermind, I'll just do it myself.
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In the depths of dream: crash!
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The stain refused to come out.
I love Margaret Atwood's. |
A bloody crown, a bloodier altar.
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learned to think.
long exchange. inwards. |
ran away and then came back.
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Fallen for, but not lost. Interesting!
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Inner dialogue in English, sometimes French.
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the edges are always most intense
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Discarded all epiphanies. Sat and watched.
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Was beginning to see the light.
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